The Marquis of Lansdowne essentially marks the point where Stokey ends and Dalston begins. As such, this is now a rare, traditional pub amongst the influx of trendy bars which are now scattered around the area. Perhaps bank holiday Sunday early afternoon was a bad time to visit, but without a football match on to lure the locals, it was pretty quiet. A shame indeed as we've passed by late at night many times and seen it bustling and lively. Those who were drinking within covered the entire spectrum if life, from couples waiting for their film to start at the nearby Rio Cinema, to older fellas a little unsteady on their feet. Decoration was unappealing - it certainly looks better form the outside - and without the masses to hide the careless rip-it-all-out refurbishment, it felt sparse. Only a Victorian marble fireplace hints at past glory. They couldn't even be bothered to turn on the lights at the back of their pub where the pool table is, giving the appearance that it was about to shut. Service was fine though, and the London Pride surprisingly well kept. As long as you don't have massively high expectations here, it's not a bad place to have a couple of pints.